Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1101: Reversal

Xinyan chuckled, yet her eyes remained cold: "Feeling anxious already?"

The aggressor lunged wildly, clawing through the air to hit Xinyan, believing it would scare her off.

Sadly, that clumsy move held no threat for Xinyan; the moment the attacker charged, Xinyan sidestepped effortlessly, sending the woman crashing uncontrollably to the floor.

Humiliated, she smacked her thigh in fury: "Look here, folks, me at this age getting played by some little girl—what a grave injustice!"

Xinyan ignored the dramatic act: "Fine, even if you try to bluster your way out, first check if the crowd buys it."

A few spectators chimed in for the spectacle: "Right, we all want to see what that girl’s holding."

Ye Dongyan panicked as events slipped from her grasp; with a pitiful expression, she begged, "I drop today’s issue, no need to press further."

With those words, she scrambled up and tugged at the still-performing woman: "Aunt, time to go."

The woman sprawled on the ground obviously had no clue about her niece’s scheme: "We haven’t settled this yet—why leave?"

Jiang Peiqin stepped up to Xinyan: "That’s Ye Dongyan’s aunt, a total dimwit."

Xinyan got it now—Ye Dongyan was truly vile, scheming even against her own kin.

Jiang Peiqin snapped coldly at the tugging niece-aunt duo: "Until everything’s cleared up, nobody leaves this spot. You can’t falsely accuse others and escape without consequences."

The grounded woman grew indignant too: "My Dongyan’s the victim here—what price are you demanding from her?"

At that moment, someone pushed through: "Why the rush to call me? What happened?"

Jiang Peiqin hurried over: "Check this out—what is it?"

Suddenly, the crowd wasn’t alone; even Ye Dongyan’s aunt quit her wailing, eyes fixed on the arrival.

Though the newcomer’s hand injury barred him from treating patients as usual, his expertise endured—pinpointing this item’s use posed no challenge.

Xinyan knew him too; Mr. Mu’s senior apprentice Xiao Jiangting, whose arm got hurt in a mishap. They’d crossed paths once, just polite nods.

Surprisingly, Xiao Jiangting knew Xinyan as well, offering her a soft nod.

The instant he spotted the object in Jiang Peiqin’s grasp clearly, his face shifted; leaning in to sniff, his expression turned grim: "Where’d you get this?"

Jiang Peiqin skipped answering, countering: "What does this thing do?"

Onlookers strained to catch every syllable, ears sharp.

Xiao Jiangting declared: "It’s aphrodisiac powder—where’s this dangerous junk from?"

His revelation sparked whispers rippling through the throng.

Ye Dongyan’s aunt exploded: "You, Xiao, spouting rubbish?"

Xiao Jiangting despised doubts most: "Don’t trust me? Get another expert to verify.

My bad hand stops me from doctoring, but my integrity holds firm—I’ve no tie to its source anyway."

Ye Dongyan’s complexion drained to ashen, tears welling; under the crowd’s stares, she retreated steps, head shaking: "No way, it’s mere incense."

Jiang Peiqin scoffed: "Nobody’s dumb here—denials won’t save you."

Right then, Ling Wenhao declared: "Officers, you’ve caught it all, the truth’s out—this schemer’s vicious, and I’m filing charges."

Ye Dongyan fully freaked: "Ling Wenhao, my fault, I drop it all—please, no report!"

Ling Wenhao shot back icily: "Your pursuit means nothing to me, but I’m pressing charges for your vile tactics harming folks and smearing officials’ names."

Ye Dongyan’s aunt caught on finally; her niece’s look hinted the stuff was truly bad.

Worse, her niece had known its peril, exploiting her own—disgust twisted her features sharply.

Ye Dongyan’s folks rushed in upon hearing, aiming to beg Ling Wenhao’s mercy for their daughter’s blunder, yet he refused flat-out.

Ling Wenhao still trembled inside—if Jiang Peiqin hadn’t brought backup, what fate awaited him today?

Near-disaster, and the Ye clan figured a few pleas would free their girl? Pure fantasy.

Per Ling Wenhao’s demand, Ye Dongyan confessed her shameful deeds and groveled apologies before the assembly.

Then police hauled her off; Ling Wenhao insisted probing the items’ source fully—potential big breaks ahead.

Who’d skip merit like that? No one, naturally seizing the opportunity.